Victoria’s POV
Makarius, I whispered, as his hands touched me under the water, as we sat in the tub. My heart pounded, caught between fear and excitement. Part of me wanted to escape all the expectations, but another part wished I could stay here with him forever. Let’s run away.
"Victoria," he said with a laugh, "why are you so scared?"
All I can picture is you and me on a throne, with everyone coming to us with their problems, and me losing my mind. I’ve seen people in power fall apart under pressure, crushed by decisions no one else wanted to make.
I hate feeling trapped, forced to play a role that isn’t me. I’m still the girl who climbs trees barefoot or sneaks out at midnight to breathe. I can’t be contained, Makarius. I’m not made for this.
I do know that. I once locked you in
